Tang Bai Juyi
A green tree is sad, it has been separated from hatred by several people.
Send more farewells near the Doumen, and fold the strip in half to reduce the spring breeze.
Chang 'an Liu Xin
Don
At the beginning of nine strange clouds, yellow willows are new. The sky is different from the garden, and spring comes first.
The color is light and slightly dew, and the silk is light but not dusty. I want to break one and go back to this morning.
Look at the new willow in Linchuan
Sugar crisp rice
I haven't seen Jiangtou for three or four days, and Liu Laojin is near the bridge.
The south bank of the bank crosses the north, and it is filled with rain and smoke.
The place where my hometown leads my dreams is twice as prosperous and declining as other countries.
The grass in Tingzhou is all the same color, and everyone knows how to kill it.
willow
Sugar crisp rice
When the wind slows down, when the smoke blows water. If you annoy the general, you will be tied to a short branch.
Zhang Lang's bones are soft and thin, and her waist is light and hungry. My hometown has not returned, and my heart hurts.
Tiliu
Tang dihuan
The south is far from the north, and the shadow dances here. Emerald color can't be folded, leave more feelings.
Caged on the shore after the rain, smoke on the Suihe River. It has its own good name, followed by Qin Song.
Liu Xin
Dondum
The wind can't shake, the color is new, and the waist is envious.
The shade didn't cover the long dike water, and the golden spike greeted Yuan Chun first.
A few sad roads, a branch, the rain sees the dust.
More is the departure outside the east gate, fearing to kill the opposite person.
Liu jueju
Dondum
A group of trees are newly opened, and they are fascinated by the amorous feelings of spring.
Fan Chuan, the old country hates her, half built the village bridge and half blew the stream.
willow
Tangfanggan
The swaying posture makes the wind blow, and the embankment is softer than silk. You'll know when you're strong, but it's hard to persist when you're weak.
Learn to dance branches and turn sleeves to make up Ye Mei. How to climb, bosom friend and poetry.
willow
Tang hanhe
A cage of golden thread bends the bridge, and several children hurt their backs.
But the spirit and standard are there, and spring is still long.
willow
Don
The green belt in willow songs moved away from the Golden Temple and planted in Lv Yun.
Shang Yang's maid-in-waiting made a noise and then came back to dance with her waist.